The thunder law is vast, ranking extraordinary among many spells, which can move the heavens and the earth, feel ghosts and gods, drive wind and thunder, and serve all things, and is invincible.

And this thunder whip is the congenital thunder, Yan Pengcheng held it in his hand, the mana poured into it like a tide, a whip fell, and the thunder suddenly sounded in his ears, and he saw that a line of swallows that had just fallen in the sky seemed to be frightened, reversed and rolled upside down, and then there was more thunder to call for rain, the heavy rain fell majestically, and the fish in Hanoi shook their heads and tails.

This situation and this scene correspond to a poem: the thunder turns over the swallow, and the rain falls on the river fish.

Yan Pengcheng suddenly had a kind of joy in his heart that winter went to spring, and he was full of vitality, as the saying goes, thunder, rain and dew are all gentlemen, and Heaven is in charge of the world, and there is a thunder department, which is not only to deter the world and sweep away any rebellion that disobeys the heavenly court, but also to regulate the four seasons of heaven and earth, and to benefit all living beings through thunder and rainfall, and the charm in this thunder whip, taste it carefully, it is the same, it is nothing more than containing the ferocity of wanton killing, and it contains the compassion of shepherd beings.

With this taste, the way to control people alone is to have cultivated half of Thailand.

But this is not beneficial to him, Yan Pengcheng is not a mortal king, nor is he the emperor of the heavenly court, he is a monk, and this way of controlling people is not as good as a piece of toilet paper to him.

It's no wonder that Plague Youxuan would say that the thunder whip has been branded with the thunder department, and the monks like them seem to have the same path as the Heavenly Court, but in fact, they are like going in opposite directions, the farther they go, the farther they go, and in the end, there is even a fundamental difference.

The gods of the heavenly court control the authority, and there are thousands of people under them, who are powerful to gather people, and their monks also want to find fellow practitioners and form a sect, which seems to be a collection of people, but in the end, everything is for the achievement of the original gods, immortality and freedom, and the power belongs to their own bodies.

Yan Pengcheng temporarily stopped thinking about refining this thunder whip, but he just had a thought to see if there was a chance to blacken this thunder whip and feed it to his own Wanzhang Shimmer Shadow Sword Diagram, after all, it was a congenital belonging, with this thought and thunder whip, he went all the way out of his cave, went straight to the foot of the mountain to find the Beihai dragon, and whipped him eighty whips to complete the explanation of Plague Youxuan.

The little demon sound mountain is hidden in the big array of guarding the mountain, and this back and forth must be memorized by the magic array, otherwise once you make a mistake, it will touch the big array, Yan Pengcheng He didn't dare to go like this in the past, but now Plague Youxuan gave him the deacon token of the War Demon Palace, and he traveled all the way without hindrance, and soon went down from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain.

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I didn't look much at it, but now when I came down, I saw that there were many bazaars, noisy and noisy, people came and went, and the shops on both sides were not only normal mortal business, but also some shops were selling some magic tricks, spirit stones and other objects.

Billowing red dust came to the face.

Yan Pengcheng was amused in his heart, but he also understood a little that these servants and disciples at the foot of the mountain were the most in the Little Demon Yin Mountain, and they always had a demand at the foot of the mountain, and the most needed was the cultivation method and the spirit stone pill that could help them improve their cultivation.

And they can't go to the War Demon Hall to accumulate meritorious deeds, all they can do is to communicate with each other, and it is natural that there will be a market for a long time.

Yan Pengcheng was not interested in any of this, covered the token on his waist, and hurried by.

After a while, he walked to a sparsely populated place, and followed a winding mountain road and soon saw Ying Long, who was still scolding.

"Plague Youxuan, you female demon lord, let go of this king." Ying Long roared angrily, but every time he shook his wings, just like the first time Yan Pengcheng saw it, he was firmly bound by several brass chains.

Yan Pengcheng heard that the more he scolded, the dirtier he became, what kind of waves were short-lived, splashing fireworks, and being a thief, I don't know where he learned these market words, but he really did it, which made Yan Pengcheng feel so angry in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, he carried the wind and thunder, and waved it over.

"Hurt the king!" Ying Long screamed, and under the whip, his whole body seemed to be pumped up, and half of his soul was gone.

Yan Pengcheng didn't care about it, he continued to smoke, every time he swung it, the whip body skyrocketed inch by inch, but it was a thunder whip as thin as a hair and two fingers long, when it was waved in front of Ying Long's eyes, it was like a towering jade pillar, and he was drawn with gold stars in his eyes, scales flew wildly, and dragon blood splashed on the surrounding mountains and rocks, raising bursts of white smoke.

After four whips, Yan Pengcheng estimated that his mana had been consumed by more than half, and his whole body was sweating like pulp, fortunately, his whole body acupuncture points had been opened, not like a mortal body, and he had cultivated the dragon and tiger magic power of the Red Lotus Temple, although he did not have the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Tigers, but he could exert a little more strength than ordinary people, Rao was so, and it was still difficult to continue.

Secretly said: "It's just that I can't swing it with just four whips, it seems that I have to stay here for a while longer." ”

Thinking about it like this, looking around, Chun and Jingming, after all, are elegant places, so he simply meditates and rests in this place, and then continues to smoke when his strength recovers.

When Ying Long came to his senses, the dragon looked around, saw Yan Pengcheng in front of him, looked at the thunder whip in his hand, and didn't know that he did it, he hated it in his heart, and said angrily: "You four-inch child, looking at your red lips and white teeth, it must be the face of the female demon king, with strong capital and good kung fu in bed." ”

"Cheap!" Yan Pengcheng reprimanded, another whip, Ying Longlong's first few thin dragon whiskers were directly broken by a whip, and he was whipped in the head, and he became like he had lost his soul again, lying on the ground motionless.

Yan Pengcheng looked at it coldly, and after a long while, he said lightly: "Poor Dao has never known you, this time I whipped you, a total of eighty whips and one whip cannot be less, you scold and beat, if you don't scold, you will also beat, it is better to save some effort." ”

He looked at the soil between Ying Long's eyebrows, the mud in the nose, the dirt on the dragon's beard, the surrounding grass and trees did not grow, it must have been a long time since he tasted meat, and looked at the distance of three hundred steps not far away, full of fruits, full of fruit, full of fruity fragrance, and there were some fat and fat sheep next to him who were eating tender grass and raising.

After thinking about it, he waved his hand and flew out of the Flying Bear Sword Pill, circled around the fruit grove, rolled up several fruit trees, caught a few fat sheep, and fell in front of Ying Long.

Ying Long was still screaming in pain, but suddenly smelled the overflowing aroma, and saw the fat sheep in front of him who kept wailing and trembling with fright, and suddenly came to his senses, his eyes were red, and he didn't care about biting down, and even chewed it in his mouth with the flesh of the fat sheep, and the blood oozed from between the dragon's teeth, purely a demon who was eating blood and food.

Yan Pengcheng was even more amused when he saw this, seeing that he didn't have enough to eat, he took a little effort to take something more, and remembered that he still had some Yuan Shao's wine in his treasure bag, he didn't drink alcohol himself, so he took it out and gave it to this Ying Long.

But as soon as he handed it over, he suddenly stopped talking, and for some reason he spit out all the things in his mouth, and looked at him in a daze, but he actually cried out, crying loudly: "Father, I was wrong, I shouldn't worry about my aunt and little sister." ”